HEARING HUIDOBRO

Quickly as if in sign language
this morning arouses the bravado
among nettles of yet unlined poems
in your roots and lexicon
coaxed by a love resolving
in memos of authentic explication
rushing for alienated mirrors
whispering from ears acts of life
from an angel telegraph
of wishful rememberance
operating in lookouts
not forgetting even meager images
in a carousel of birthmarks
without an expiration date
of voicing for your open destination.